NEW RELEASE: urban paranormal romance novella – The Eyes of Bast by Lisabet Sarai #paranormalromance #novellas #ebooks #steamyromancenovels

Trust your heart. Follow your dreams.

#ShapeShifter #ParanormalRomance #Curse #Sorceress #BlackCat #FatedMates #UrbanFantasy #SoulMates #

When instinct tells Shaina to visit the feral cat trap she’s set in Central Park,
she listens to that inner voice. The sleek black cat she finds has a terrible

secret. Tom is an unwilling shape shifter, cursed by a sorceress who craved a
human plaything. Shaina vows to defeat the vicious but seductive witch and
save the man she believes is her soul mate—though it might mean losing him


“Hey there, kitty.” I crouched down on the grass beside the steel-mesh cage,
my straight skirt riding up my thighs. “Are you all right?”
The massive black tom in the cage bared his teeth and hissed. I felt his rage
and frustration. I wanted to reach into the trap, scratch behind those huge ears
and comfort him, but I knew better.
“Shh! I won’t hurt you, kitty. It’s going to be okay. Tomorrow I’ll take you to a
nice, warm place where you can have plenty of food.” I played my light over his
body, which was lean but not emaciated. Although his fur bristled, overall he
looked clean and healthy. Then I noticed a wound on his left flank. It gleamed,
wet and oozing, in the beam from my torch.
“Oh, dear! What happened to you? That’s a nasty gash.” I stuck the light into
my jacket pocket. I only had two hands, and the mace was more critical. The
cat’s menacing growl turned into a whimper as I picked up the trap, jostling
him against the mesh. “Sorry, kitty. We have to get you home and dress that.
That will make you feel better.”
The combination of the cage and my quarry must have weighed at least twenty
pounds. “You’re a big guy,” I commented as I picked my way along the tree-
hung path back to the street. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark, it wasn’t too
difficult. I glanced into the cage a few times. The tom’s eyes glowed as though
lit from within.
Getting him up five flights of stairs was another story. I paused to catch my
breath on the fourth story landing, resolving yet again to find a better paying
Finally, I wrestled the cage into my studio apartment and set it on the floor
near the window. My feline guest huddled in a corner of the trap, watching me
with wary eyes as I stripped off my work clothes, donned an old sweatsuit, and
went to fetch antiseptic, antibiotic ointment, cotton balls, gauze, tape and a
towel from the bathroom. I sat cross-legged on the worn carpet next to the
cage. Now came the hard part.
“Pussycat, I need to take you out now. I know you’re scared and upset, but
please, don’t fight me. This is for your own good.”
The cat’s solemn expression suggested that he understood me. Slowly, trying
not to alarm him, I unlatched the door of the trap. I wrapped the towel around
both my hands and reached in to grab him. I expected him to yowl, hiss or
scratch. However, he didn’t resist at all. I pulled him out, cradling him in my
lap. Normally, I’d swathe a feral’s body in the towel to immobilize him. This guy

seemed so calm and quiet, though, I wasn’t sure it was necessary.
I soaked some cotton in betadine. “Sorry, but this is going to hurt,” I told him,
holding his forelegs in my left hand while dabbing at his lacerated hip with my
right. He winced but didn’t try to escape. In fact, he lay completely still in the
hollow of my folded legs while I doctored him. In no time, I’d bandaged the
injury, wrapping the gauze around his upper leg and securing it with surgical
tape. The snow-white stripe across his haunches was a stark contrast to his jet-
black fur.
He gazed up at me, his eyes glittering like paired jewels. I ventured a scratch
behind his ears and was rewarded by a low purr. “You’re going to be fine, puss.
But now I have to put you back into the cage.”
“Rowrr!” His sudden growl startled me. I managed to capture him in the towel
before he could run. “Pfftt! Rrr-owl…!” He raised his voice in obvious protest as
I tried to bundle him back into the trap.
“Hush, puss! Shh! Do you want to get me evicted?” My lease said no pets. I
reasoned that the ferals I occasionally kept here overnight didn’t qualify as
pets, but I wasn’t eager to test this theory.
“Rowrr!” my guest insisted. I scratched his ears again then smoothed the fur
under his chin. He settled into my arms.
“You really don’t want to go back in, do you?”
“Mrrow.” His meaning was obvious.
I was so tempted to agree to his wordless plea for freedom. I could imagine
how awful it must be, to be locked up when you were used to roaming free. Of
course, given his willingness to let me touch him, he might not be feral at all.
He wasn’t wearing a collar and it was clear he hadn’t been neutered, but still,
the shelter should check to see if he’d been microchipped.
He rubbed his cheek against my arm. His hefty body vibrated with his purr.
Then he stretched out his neck so he could lick the back of my hand. His warm,
rough tongue sent a delicious little shiver up my spine.
“You’re very hard to resist. Do you know that?”
“Meeow.” I could have sworn he was smiling.
“Okay, you win.” After all, it was one room. The doors and windows were
locked. Where could he go?

Rave Reviews for The Eyes of Bast
The Eyes of Bast is hard to put down once you start reading it. Between highly
arousing sex scenes and nail-biting suspense, it’ll keep you turning pages until
the very satisfying ending. ~ Ria Restrepo, Amazon (5 stars)
What I DO want is extremely hot sex between one man and one woman, and
plenty of it, as they fall in love. And WOW! Does this book have that! ~ Fiona
McGier, Amazon (5 stars)
Lisabet brings it all together seamlessly: mystery, thriller, paranormal, black
magic, shape shifting, smoldering sensuousness, hot, hot sex and a touching
love story. This one has it all. Really enjoyed it. ~ Max Lemberger, Amazon (5
I picked up this novella, meaning to read the first chapter or two in the time I
had before I had to be somewhere. Needless to say, I read a lot more than I
intended, and I was very late. ~ Cheyenne Blue, Goodreads (5 stars)

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About author Lisabet Sarai
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading
when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first
poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles,
marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a
five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over
one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi,
ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her
stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website
(, along with more than fifty free
stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance
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Read Lisabet’s discussion below about what shaped her writing style!

The Price of Power
I think it’s safe to say that all paranormal stories revolve around at least one
character with extra-human powers. Vampires are immortal and
preternaturally strong. Shape shifters exhibit the powers of their beast sides:
fleetness, ferocity, heightened perception. Psychics can read thoughts,
mentally control inanimate objects, or see the future. Fairies, witches, demons
and similar fey folk have access to a wide variety of magical capabilities. Even
ghosts have the power to appear and disappear and to walk through walls.
Encountering individuals who can defy everyday laws and logic is one of the
joys of reading paranormal romance. We all like to imagine what it might be
like to fly, crush our enemies to a pulp, or psychically meld with our lovers.
One of the fascinating things about power, though, is that it almost always has
its price. In return for their powers, the characters lose something. Vampires
pay in guilt for their blood-sucking ways, and often in loneliness. Werewolves
live at the mercy of the moon. Psychics suffer social isolation; it’s difficult to
have a normal relationship when you know what everyone else is thinking.
The dark side of power, the payment it exacts from the one who wields it, often
plays a central role in paranormal romance plots. Sometimes it is the primary
source of conflict, particularly when it divides the powerful character from his
or her beloved.
During my childhood, my father created stories for me and my siblings about
humans and other creatures with magical abilities. Surprisingly, given how
young we were, his tales often highlighted the negative consequences of
magic. Perhaps because of that early exposure, I’ve always been fascinated by
the dual nature of power. Almost every paranormal book I’ve written explores,
to a greater or lesser extent, the costs associated with having supranormal
The Eyes of Bast is no exception. Though it allows him freedoms normal
humans don’t experience, Tom suffers from his shape-shifting. Shaina
discovers her innate power in the course of the book and is tempted to use it in
ways she knows will be destructive. The villain Delphine Monserrat has been
transformed from an innocent girl to a vicious witch by her desire for
In the romance world, one can always expect a happy ending. There may be
darkness, though, along the twisted road to that bright conclusion. Personally I
prefer romances which recognize that power has its price. Otherwise, it’s just a

fairy tale, sunny and superficial.

NEW RELEASE – For Those Who Come After – a Moms Who Write anthology #anthology #poetry #essays #women #moms #books

I’m so excited to be a part of the Moms Who Write anthology entitled The Future of Us: For Those Who Come Next. I have a collection of three poems (Every Day of Defiance) and an essay (Love, Just Because) that will be a part of the book.

About the anthology:

When we become mothers, we are altered forever. When we speak into the life of a child, we never know how deep our words will cut. How much they can heal. Will the things we say be part of their inner dialogue for the rest of their life? It could be.

So, writing to our children—the next generation to inhabit this beautiful disaster of a world that we live in—almost seems overwhelming. What could we possibly say?

We can tell them they are brave. We can try to help them learn from our mistakes. We can encourage and guide and warn them. We can educate and influence them.

We can try to make their world better.

Salt #haiku #poem #poetry #protectouroceans #water


Descend through sunset

Shed my skin into the sea

Selkie, swimming free

I’m having some writer’s block and am stuck on progress to Stranger Creatures book 5 so I’ve been working on poetry today.

I’ve loved the ocean and swimming ever since I was a little kid and it occurred to me that maybe I should have a mermaid or selkie in one of my books, or maybe create an entire chapbook of poetry about them. There’s something magical about the saltwater breeze and diving through the waves. Water is one of the most important things so we have to do whatever we can to keep waterways clean so the fish can breathe and all the things we’ve never seen can keep on being.

NEW RELEASE – Coyote’s Vow #ParanormalRomance #SteamyRomance #ebooks #romance #PNR

Kylie was the victim of a brutal experiment that gave her telekinetic abilities. Coyote shifter Trevor doesn’t trust the psy but when his feelings for Kylie grow out of control, will he risk everything to be with her? When a deranged doctor has disturbing plans for shifters and psy, can Trevor and Kylie stop him, or will they be silenced forever?


Kylie’s strength and fire as well as her obvious intelligence appealed to Trevor on a level he couldn’t describe. I can’t be with her, his reminder to himself lacked certainty. As soon as his time watching out for her came to an end, he’d get her out of his mind. Until then, how hard could it be to ignore his attraction to her? He was strong. He’d been on countless dangerous missions for the Shifter Enforcement Army and Shifters United. He’d been injured, lost team members, been down roads of grief and sadness that seemed to have no end, but he’d survived. A pretty woman with a smart mouth and intensely beautiful brown eyes wouldn’t be his downfall. He could handle occasionally working with Kylie. He could handle having a massive crush on her and he could ignore the fantasies of her that liked to invade his dreams. He would be fine. Everything would be fine.

A little more about the story:

Trevor Ryland was a minor character in Wolf’s Challenge (Stranger Creatures book 1) and in Tiger’s Last Chance (Stranger Creatures book 3). The gruff coyote shifter really needed his own story. For Trevor, nothing is ever easy but he’s tough and he’s strong so he’s used to persevering and getting things done. When he falls for a psy, he is convinced he can forget about her. Kylie Claremont, a smart, beautiful web designer turns out to be unforgettable.

What I’m working on at the moment:

I’m working on book 5 in the Stranger Creatures series. This will be Luke and Jordan’s story. I’m also working on book 2 in my Haven Forest Resort series. I have some poetry and essays that will be featured in different magazines and anthologies coming soon.

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The Things They Told Us To Need #poem #nature #protectwater #tanka

The Things They Told Us To Need

Crisp green fingernails

grasp for breath above the haze

Roots beg for water

while streams get filled to make way

for stores filled with useless things

As the population expands, forests and waterways are torn apart mercilessly to make way for subdivision after subdivision, and for businesses that sell the pointless things we’ve been told to want and need. Meanwhile, the creatures that count on the streams and the trees to live and breathe are pushed back and bulldozed over because real estate developers have been taught that they don’t have to care about anything green except the money that patches the holes of their ever-depleting souls.

NEW RELEASE by Tina Donahue – Anything You Want #ContemporaryRomance #Menage #RomanceNovels #ebook

Erotic contemporary menage romance Anything You Want by Tina Donahue is now available!

A note from Tina Donahue:

Do you like chocolate? If you do – frankly, I’m an unrepentant chocoholic – then you’ll enjoy my newest release Anything You Want. When my editor at Extasy said they were looking for chocolate-related (and other treat-related) romances, I knew Anything You Want was perfect for them… and anyone else who enjoys two smokin-hot billionaires, a sweet yet feisty heroine, luscious chocolate, a decadent resort, and romance that can’t be stopped.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy this sneak peek… preferably with a box of chocolates nearby. 😊


At a hedonistic resort, her indecent cravings are about to be sated…

With the big three-o only days away, Jamie’s had it with dieting, exercise, and being alone. Off she goes to Wicked Desires, a decadent Caribbean resort where clothing is optional, carnal appetites rule, and food, especially chocolate, is celebrated. If only she had a guy to indulge with…

How about two? Billionaires Creed and Tav are checking out ideas for their new video game. The play features a resort where anything goes and an unlikely heroine as the star. Jamie’s luscious curves and sweet vulnerability make her the perfect type to base their game on. Since she’s also in IT—having put her dream to create candy on hold—she understands their lingo.

Hell, their desires are perfectly in tune with hers, whether it’s food play during meals, punishment in the discipline room, or a romantic evening on the beach.

When it comes to sweet delights and these two hunks…who says she can’t have anything she wants?


Pretending she was in full control of her lust, Jamie slipped her fingers across Tav’s palm. God. The heat and texture of his skin was as wonderful as Creed’s, his handshake also meant to embrace, not bruise.

Damn, did she want them to do her.

Both looked at her expectantly.

Why? “What?”

Creed’s smile turned mischievous, even a little tender. “What’s your name?”

“You didn’t tell us,” Tav said.

Right. “Jamie Parker. Nice to meet you. This place is something, isn’t it?”

“Hey there!” A redhead appeared at their side, wiggling her fingers in greeting. “I’m Francine. This is Karen.” She gestured to the brunette next to her then spoke to Tav and Creed. “We need two more for our nude volleyball game. You guys wanna join?”

Tav released Jamie’s hand.

Her spirits nosedived.

She waited for him and Creed to take off, leaving her to start the mingling process again. Sadly, they weren’t hers to keep. Both could go wherever they wanted. If she were a masochist, she could even tag along, like the fifth wheel, and cheer them on while they were play—

“Thanks, but no,” Creed said. “I’m busy.”

Tav nodded. “Same here.”

“No prob.” Francine offered a thousand-watt smile. “We’ll catch you guys later.”

Jamie struggled not to pump her fists, thrilled at how this moment turned out, except she didn’t understand any of it.

They’d actually turned those babes down. Why? And what were they busy with? Her? Seriously?

She hated being so uncertain of herself, but hell, having lived with nothing but rejection from the opposite sex didn’t make one bubble over with confidence. “Do you guys work here?”

Surprise flashed on their faces.

Tav spoke first. “No. What made you think we did?”

Not about to point out the obvious—that they’d focused on her to the exclusion of the other women—she shrugged. “You didn’t want to join the game. Might be fun rather than standing around here.”

Creed tapped his chest. “You don’t seem to mind.”

Already he read her too well. She forced herself to look at his face rather than his pecs. “I’m not into sports.”

“How about this place?” Tav grew serious. “Having a good time?”

She might if she hit it off with them. So far, things looked promising. “I have no complaints…but I only got here an hour ago. You guys?”

“We arrived yesterday,” Creed said.

Tav chimed in, “To look around.”

Yet they were still in the get-acquainted section rather than frolicking like Adam with countless Eves? Didn’t make sense.

However, the cryptic way they’d answered reminded her of the guys she worked with in IT. She always had to frame her questions carefully to get more than a two-word response from them.

“Look around for what?” She gestured to the room in general. “The facilities? Didn’t you plan your itineraries before arriving? The details are online, or you could have video conferenced or Skyped with the Wizard of Wishes.”

Creed scratched his cheek and fought a smile. “God, that name’s so dumb.”

She laughed. “Incredibly so. What packages did you sign up for?” She was betting on sex and all the kinky stuff the resort encouraged.

“We didn’t.” Tav frowned slightly. “We’re here to work.”

She took them in. Hell, she drank in every part of them, including the thick ridges between their legs.

Call her crazy, but those bulges seemed to have grown a little bigger and harder since they’d been speaking with her. “Work at what?”

Tav spoke first. “A project.”

“It was missing an element,” Creed said. “We just couldn’t get it right.”

Tav smiled. “Until we saw you.”


About Author Tina Donahue:

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.










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NEW RELEASE: Coyote’s Vow #PNR #RomanceNovels #NewRelease #EnemiesToLovers

Coyote’s Vow (Stranger Creatures book 4) is now available! Each story in my Stranger Creatures series features a different couple as they fight for their happily ever after. Coyote’s Vow is Trevor and Kylie’s story.

#PNR #ParanormalRomance #Shifters #SteamyRomanceNovels #RomanticSuspense #EnemiesToLovers

Kylie was the victim of a brutal experiment that gave her telekinetic abilities. Coyote shifter Trevor doesn’t trust the psy but when his feelings for Kylie grow out of control, will he risk everything to be with her? When a deranged doctor has disturbing plans for shifters and psy, Trevor and Kylie must stop him, or they will be silenced forever.


Who is she? Trevor tried not to stare at the woman sitting across from Shifters United President Matt Blackwell but damn, she was beautiful. Her long, black hair had a purple, glossy tint. Intricate tattoos wound around her arms and lower legs. He wanted to run his fingers along the ink lines of every single tattoo. Her skin looked so smooth and touchable. Bitable too. Nope. Not appropriate. Not at all. He forced his descending coyote fangs to recede.

Blackwell didn’t introduce Trevor to the mystery woman, though, and that sent his curiosity into caution mode. The purple-haired beauty gave him a wary look before glancing back down at the computer tablet in her hand. Right. Business. Trevor had obviously interrupted a meeting. He’d stopped by Matt Blackwell’s hotel room to drop off a folder full of intel and surveillance photos. He needed to find an excuse to stay and talk to the woman with lovely dark brown eyes.

“Thanks for taking care of the research,” Blackwell gave him a nod. “Set the info on my desk and I’ll take a look before the meeting tonight.”

Trevor walked past the mystery woman and set the folder full of information on the small desk beside the coffee table. He stole another, longer glance at the woman. Her nails were painted indigo blue. His favorite color. The tattoos winding around her arms seemed to be in motion, encircling her in their safety. Weird trick of the light. Had to be. He rubbed his eyes. Blinked. The tattoos went still. The woman smelled amazing, like wildflowers after the rain, but she didn’t smell like a shifter. Didn’t mean she wasn’t one.

Scent blockers made it easy for shifters to mask their unique scent, to a degree. The blockers also did a fairly good job at hiding other smells shifters could detect, like fear, desire, and rage. Even so, Trevor could almost always detect hints of the slightly rancid, faint garbage aroma of the blockers, no matter what brand or what home recipe a person used. Coyote shifters could pick up on smells most other shifters couldn’t.

What is the woman with the willowy tattoos? Was she a threat to Blackwell? Maybe a rabbit shifter? Rabbit shifters were the only animal shifters who carried no animal scent, but their eyes…. Not a specific color, just a look. Plus, they usually liked to flash their double rows of horrifying sharp teeth upon meeting other shifters. Just for a flex. The rabbits could be mean when bothered unnecessarily, but mostly, they were pretty decent. The woman caught him looking again and gave him a little half smile. Her pretty eyes with long, thick lashes were definitely not the strange eyes of a rabbit shifter.

“I’ll see you later, Trevor.” Blackwell gave him a pointed stare.

“You’re alright here?”

“I’m fine. I have Nathan,” Blackwell gestured to his giant assistant and body guard who was seated in a chair in the kitchenette, reading a book.

No code phrases were used, and Trevor didn’t detect any signs of distress from the mountain lion shifter or his bear shifter assistant. Trevor nodded. Apparently, Blackwell had no intention of introducing him to the woman sitting with him. Nathan, grinned at Trevor, like he knew something. Fine, Nathan could keep his secret. But Trevor would get information, one way or another.

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A little about the first three books in my Stranger Creatures series:

Each story features imperfect but determined characters who find the courage to love and the strength to survive in a world where there are no guarantees.

Wolf’s Challenge (Stranger Creatures book 1)

When temptingly handsome, powerful shape shifter Derrick dares shy, single mom Sydney to take a chance with him, will she rise to the challenge or will she run for safety, leaving him in the dust?

Bear’s Edge (book 2)

A boss can’t date her employee—simple as that. No matter how much Shayla wants to unravel a few of Grant’s mysteries and take her friendship with the shy, sarcastic man to the next level, she’s determined to keep her fantasies of him to herself. 

After bear shifter Grant lost his girlfriend and three best friends in a fire, he did his best to shut himself off from everyone around him. Falling for Shayla wasn’t part of his plan, but after a kiss that leaves them both speechless and hungry for more, Grant can’t keep his desire for his boss under wraps any longer. 

When things between the two of them get hotter than he could have imagined, Grant wonders if some of his darker desires will be too much for Shayla or will she embrace the needs he’s kept hidden for so long?

An obnoxious reporter and Shayla’s bitter ex have teamed up to chase down conspiracy theories that could destroy Shayla’s business and worse, put her life in danger. To find their happily ever after, Shayla and Grant will have to trust in each other and find a way to crush all the obstacles standing in their way.

Tiger’s Last Chance (book 3)

While working a case, Sean Whitman is tortured for information, drugged, and bitten against his will by a shape shifter. The fallout ruins his career. Needing a fresh start, he leaves town and opens a private investigation business. Learning to live life sober isn’t easy, but he makes it to the two-year mark.

When Detective Nikki Jackson with the Great Oaks, Virginia Police Department calls him to ask for his help as a consultant on a case, he’s captivated by her sweet, slightly Southern voice. In person, she’s unlike any other woman he’s encountered, and nearly impossible to resist. But could the sexy detective ever want a man like him?

After Nikki’s last dating disaster, the mountain lion shifter has sworn off men. Then she meets Sean, and with every second she spends around the tall, dark-eyed man, her resolve crumbles. Despite the undeniable attraction between them, Sean seems determined to push her away.

An investigation into missing refugees leads Nikki to the discovery of a radical political group’s horrifying plot for dominance. Traitors are embedded within the very organizations meant to keep shifters safe. As the list of people she can trust dwindles, she calls on Sean to help her unravel a web of deceit.

As Nikki and Sean fight for survival, his fear of losing her could become a reality. Will he get one last chance to show her he loves her?

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